Legolas quickly turns his head from Chimera and wipes his mouth of the drool that has trickled from it. "Well there are other ways to gut a fish you know." His eyes fall upon the lovely she-elf. Her mischievous eyes sparkle as a sly grin tugs at the side of her soft rose hued lips. She gently twines a strand of her reddish brown mane between her creamy finger tips. Nonchalantly, Legolas continues, "What is a young girl like you doing with a dagger strapped to her thigh? After all, what good does it do there? Do you think digging your hand up your skirt will not draw attention?... well actually come to think of it, that is a cunning way to throw one off."
At the final remark Chimera sticks her small reddish-pink tongue at Legolas in an annoyed childlike fashion. "Where I come from it is customary for females to have their daggers there... although most choose not to carry daggers at all," her eyes grace over Legolas while giving him a stern look, "they have their spouse's to protect them."
Legolas bites down on his lip to refrain from spilling forth the laughter that has bottled up inside him. This chit of an elf, although grown up and womanly in physical appearances, still harbors traits of that of a youngster, he thinks. His stomach begins to growl, and he removes his crystal blue eyes away from the haughty she-elf. He greedily begins to eye the delectable fish in front of Chimera. "What do you say we half the fish?"
Chimera stares at Legolas with triumph dancing throughout her green eyes. She tilts her chin and looks down at him with her nose pointed high in the air. Her lips part slightly as a sweetened smile fills her creamy facial features. She scoops the white-boned plate beneath her delicate fingers and draws it close to her. With graceful ease she removes the dagger lodged inside the fish, and slices the blade into the soft flesh cutting it in half. She begins to cut small pieces from her half of the fish and then places her dagger next to the plate on top of the wooden table.
Chimera's eyes dart to meet his as they remain locked upon each other. Her breath catches itself within her throat while her heart beats rapidly. She stares at the immense beauty illuminated throughout his eyes by the dim light within his home. They are clear azure orbs surrounded by sooty dark lashes that well-define his porcelain skin. They penetrate, not only her eyes, but her heart. She gulps down upon the lump that rises to her throat, not noticing that Legolas had risen from his chair and stands only inches before her.
Legolas removes his half of the fish, and quickly, but unsuspectidly takes a few of the precut cubes of fish Chimera had cut from her half. His eyes lock on her voluptuous frame and trail up to her face. Momentarily her eyes reach his as a sudden gasp escapes her lips. Surprise lights up in her eyes, as curiosity reflects throughout Legolas's. He turns from her and walks towards his chair. He places his plate on the table before sitting his muscular frame into the chair. "Thank you for being so kind, even though I caught the fish and cooked them. Where are you from?"
Scowling, she replies, "Yes, the fish you said you owed me. Yet gave me a vile two-day old fish," Chimera looks down at the fish and begins gently stabbing at the precut sections with her dagger, "Although you could have tried a bit harder to make it taste good." A smile tugs at her lips as she looks up at him. His blue eyes show little emotion, as his eyebrows knit together." Her smile fades and she pushes the unfinished fish aside and grabs her picture of Legolas and starts to fondle it again.
Legolas momentarily ceases eating and removes his dagger from the uneaten section of the fish. He thinks to himself as he studies her shameful act, If only I were that drawing under her hand that I may feel her touch. "Are you no longer hungry?"
Without looking up at him, Chimera shakes her head from side-to-side negatively.
Legolas's eyes slant as he asks, "What part of the west are you from?"
Chimera looks up from the picture and sighs, "The sooner I get to Legolas, the better off I will be. When can we leave?"
Grimly, Legolas picks up his dagger, sinking it into the tender flesh of the fish and picks it up. He brings the half-eaten morsel to his lips as his teeth tear into the fish. His eyes bore into hers as he quietly breaks the particles apart within the recess of his mouth, "Why do you refuse to tell me where you are from?"
Silence encompasses them. Annoyed, Legolas removes himself from the chair and walks towards the cabinet that harbors the white-bone plates. He opens it and removes a medium-sized clear pitcher. Securely grasping it between his strong fingers and palm he bluntly replies to her before opening the door, "I am going to fetch some water from up the stream." Before she can respond the door quickly opens, and Legolas has left her in solitude. Hardly any time passes before he returns with the pitcher half filled. He sits the water enclosed containment upon the table and, once again, walks to the cabinet. He opens it and reaches for two steel goblets. One goblet has small green jewels encrusted around it in the design of a leaf. He hands that one to the young she-elf before him. He takes the other goblet whose leaf motif is encrusted in blue colored jewels.
Legolas pours himself some of the iridescent liquid, without offering any to Chimera. He slowly savors the water and then finally speaks, "It is getting late, if you do not wish to talk then so be it. Since you do not have a home to go to you may sleep here. There is a cot you may use, and I, the fur rug."
Chimera blushes as the crimson hue spreads like wildfire upon her pearly skin. Appalled and incensed at the situation, she looks from the rug to the cot, "When do you plan to take me?"
"Right here, right now." The words absently flow from Legolas's mouth. Chimera quickly looks at him with her mouth gaped open in sheer astonishment. Subtly Legolas tries to redeem himself, "Uh, did I say that out loud?" A goofy smile spreads on his face, "Do you like that song?" He begins to hum the tune before the words stream from his lips, "Right now, till tomorrow, take that magic moment....ummm ya." Chimera's eyebrows knit in confusion at Legolas's attempt. He clears his throat before adding, "I will take you to Legolas tomorrow."
Chimera slowly closes her mouth as she continues to gaze at him with curiosity lurking within her eyes. Her eyes look down towards the picture and she picks it up putting it safely in the sack. She gets up from the table, and sits on the cot looking at him. "Well, it is a lot better than the ground." Her voice changes sternly, "This is a bit... improper... I do have your word you wont try anything... right? If so, you face my dagger." She lifts up her skirt revealing the dagger briefly and then puts it down, "I'm sure you remember it... well." Standing up looking around she asks, "Is there a place for me to change?"
At the final remark Chimera sticks her small reddish-pink tongue at Legolas in an annoyed childlike fashion. "Where I come from it is customary for females to have their daggers there... although most choose not to carry daggers at all," her eyes grace over Legolas while giving him a stern look, "they have their spouse's to protect them."
Legolas bites down on his lip to refrain from spilling forth the laughter that has bottled up inside him. This chit of an elf, although grown up and womanly in physical appearances, still harbors traits of that of a youngster, he thinks. His stomach begins to growl, and he removes his crystal blue eyes away from the haughty she-elf. He greedily begins to eye the delectable fish in front of Chimera. "What do you say we half the fish?"
Chimera stares at Legolas with triumph dancing throughout her green eyes. She tilts her chin and looks down at him with her nose pointed high in the air. Her lips part slightly as a sweetened smile fills her creamy facial features. She scoops the white-boned plate beneath her delicate fingers and draws it close to her. With graceful ease she removes the dagger lodged inside the fish, and slices the blade into the soft flesh cutting it in half. She begins to cut small pieces from her half of the fish and then places her dagger next to the plate on top of the wooden table.
Chimera's eyes dart to meet his as they remain locked upon each other. Her breath catches itself within her throat while her heart beats rapidly. She stares at the immense beauty illuminated throughout his eyes by the dim light within his home. They are clear azure orbs surrounded by sooty dark lashes that well-define his porcelain skin. They penetrate, not only her eyes, but her heart. She gulps down upon the lump that rises to her throat, not noticing that Legolas had risen from his chair and stands only inches before her.
Legolas removes his half of the fish, and quickly, but unsuspectidly takes a few of the precut cubes of fish Chimera had cut from her half. His eyes lock on her voluptuous frame and trail up to her face. Momentarily her eyes reach his as a sudden gasp escapes her lips. Surprise lights up in her eyes, as curiosity reflects throughout Legolas's. He turns from her and walks towards his chair. He places his plate on the table before sitting his muscular frame into the chair. "Thank you for being so kind, even though I caught the fish and cooked them. Where are you from?"
Scowling, she replies, "Yes, the fish you said you owed me. Yet gave me a vile two-day old fish," Chimera looks down at the fish and begins gently stabbing at the precut sections with her dagger, "Although you could have tried a bit harder to make it taste good." A smile tugs at her lips as she looks up at him. His blue eyes show little emotion, as his eyebrows knit together." Her smile fades and she pushes the unfinished fish aside and grabs her picture of Legolas and starts to fondle it again.
Legolas momentarily ceases eating and removes his dagger from the uneaten section of the fish. He thinks to himself as he studies her shameful act, If only I were that drawing under her hand that I may feel her touch. "Are you no longer hungry?"
Without looking up at him, Chimera shakes her head from side-to-side negatively.
Legolas's eyes slant as he asks, "What part of the west are you from?"
Chimera looks up from the picture and sighs, "The sooner I get to Legolas, the better off I will be. When can we leave?"
Grimly, Legolas picks up his dagger, sinking it into the tender flesh of the fish and picks it up. He brings the half-eaten morsel to his lips as his teeth tear into the fish. His eyes bore into hers as he quietly breaks the particles apart within the recess of his mouth, "Why do you refuse to tell me where you are from?"
Silence encompasses them. Annoyed, Legolas removes himself from the chair and walks towards the cabinet that harbors the white-bone plates. He opens it and removes a medium-sized clear pitcher. Securely grasping it between his strong fingers and palm he bluntly replies to her before opening the door, "I am going to fetch some water from up the stream." Before she can respond the door quickly opens, and Legolas has left her in solitude. Hardly any time passes before he returns with the pitcher half filled. He sits the water enclosed containment upon the table and, once again, walks to the cabinet. He opens it and reaches for two steel goblets. One goblet has small green jewels encrusted around it in the design of a leaf. He hands that one to the young she-elf before him. He takes the other goblet whose leaf motif is encrusted in blue colored jewels.
Legolas pours himself some of the iridescent liquid, without offering any to Chimera. He slowly savors the water and then finally speaks, "It is getting late, if you do not wish to talk then so be it. Since you do not have a home to go to you may sleep here. There is a cot you may use, and I, the fur rug."
Chimera blushes as the crimson hue spreads like wildfire upon her pearly skin. Appalled and incensed at the situation, she looks from the rug to the cot, "When do you plan to take me?"
"Right here, right now." The words absently flow from Legolas's mouth. Chimera quickly looks at him with her mouth gaped open in sheer astonishment. Subtly Legolas tries to redeem himself, "Uh, did I say that out loud?" A goofy smile spreads on his face, "Do you like that song?" He begins to hum the tune before the words stream from his lips, "Right now, till tomorrow, take that magic moment....ummm ya." Chimera's eyebrows knit in confusion at Legolas's attempt. He clears his throat before adding, "I will take you to Legolas tomorrow."
Chimera slowly closes her mouth as she continues to gaze at him with curiosity lurking within her eyes. Her eyes look down towards the picture and she picks it up putting it safely in the sack. She gets up from the table, and sits on the cot looking at him. "Well, it is a lot better than the ground." Her voice changes sternly, "This is a bit... improper... I do have your word you wont try anything... right? If so, you face my dagger." She lifts up her skirt revealing the dagger briefly and then puts it down, "I'm sure you remember it... well." Standing up looking around she asks, "Is there a place for me to change?"
